LET'S TALK IT OUT

The presence of blood stains right at my bedroom door was still worrying me. I had no idea whether my people were massacred by Jakim's loyalist or not. The silence in the house was like that of the grave. At the back of my mind, I had began cursing my self, cursing Christine Mueni for trapping me into her house last night. The Biblical story of Eve being lured by a snake to eat the forbidden fruit at the garden of Eden crossed my mind. "This snake must have been Mueni inform of a human being", I whispered to my inner soul as I continued to venomously curse Mueni.  Everything around the estate was quite. I sat down on my brown leather rest seat to compose myself on the next move. I knew my family is gone, gone never to be seen. Tears of sorrow flowed down my cheek hitting straight on the floor. "The devil is a liar, Mueni is a liar", I whispered to my inner soul a second time. While contemplating on my next move of action, intimate actions w...

By Riungu Jnr Ikiugu By the natural time instincts, I could clearly, as clear as snow, tell the time was around 4 AM in the morning. I could hear the early birds humming from Pondo trees planted by the edges of the bungalow compound. Over the night, I had known the name of the pretty lady who saved me from the blood thirsty Jakim's loyalists, the black python and from drowning in slow flowing waters of River Ruiru. Her name was Christine Mueni. It was a dry spell. It seemed to me like an Acacia tree in the outskirts of Isiolo town that gulps a twenty liters jerrican of water deep into the sandy soils and still demanding more. The dry spell was quenched but I needed more. My long and smartly manicured fingers were still making magic cuddling moves under Christine's groins. Once in a while, playing with the sensitive bean shaped organ. My relatively hairy chest was lying on the nipple of her paw paw shaped left boob. Her right hand was still stuck right insi...

By Riungu Jnr Ikiugu They had successfully executed the mission. We were all caught off guard  as we headed home from our day to day errands. There were gun shot sounds all over. Everyone and everything moving around, whether in a car or on foot, was stopped and guns loaded with bullets forcefully handed over to them. I was given a machine gun and by the time I knew what was happening, I was receiving orders from all over. It was a coup d'état. I have never held a gun before. I struggled with the machine gun to the beds of River Ruiru. I can remember killing tens of military men and thousands of civilians royal to Jakim, leader of the opposition. I raised my head to spot the presence of any enemy and a bullet struck my left limb. I was in pain. Immediately the bullet hit my left limb, I felt a stream of hot blood meander down my waist, through my thighs to the toes. I held the bullet wound with my palm to restrain blood that was now oozing out profusely. I leaned o...

The sun had risen early enough unlike other days, magnificently shining the rays directly at my face straight from the cloudless blue skies. The wind was wafting, directly flipping my old white Puma jersey in and out of my scraggy body structure as I sat at the balcony of Mzee Kimani’s old flats deep in the rural villages of Ruiru. My mind was busy in deep thoughts contemplating of an Indian girl I had met a few days ago. In between my thoughts, I often got jumbled and lost in the wilderness of thoughts of because I never had thought of dating a woman of an Indian origin. This was a strange happening; a strange feeling. However, as nature would have it, in my thoughts, I found my body, mind and soul attractively getting glued to this invisible fine-looking Indian woman girl. I would describe this Indian girl as one of the very few gorgeous Indian women I had seen in the streets of the ‘city under the sun’. You of course know that Nairobi is no-longer a city under the sun but a 'cit...

Three decades ago, dating a lady was as tough and hard as making a trip to Mt. Kenya hill top. The effort needed back then to finally have 'your lady' lay in bed required advance planning, strategizing and a proper implementation plan to be place. Indeed, only those with particular scales in project management ever succeeded in finally having that admired lady lay in bed. I too remember laying in bed was never common especially with the folks from deep in the village. What was common was laying in the bush to finally execute and implement your long planned 'sexual intimacy project'. The bush sex was common among the men and ladies from Kionyo and Muguru villages in Meru County. Probably, you had those villages from your County that were known for these bush sex strategies.  I don't blame them, I blame the lack of finances to treat the lady at a decent hotel.  Guys who had these special 'laying in bed-bush' skills had to walk miles, usually in the eveni...